Trip to V-town #2
Yet even as he thought this, his fingers were creeping up her thighs.
That means you, Hands. Desist! Instructions clear? Everyone got the message? Okay.
He caught the back of her neck and slid his tongue between her teeth.
Her bra came off next, eagerly tugged off her shoulders.
His body sagged against the sofa and he was mesmerized for a few moments, taking in the sight of her.
They were just…levitating before his eyes.
“Yeah, Jordan,” he said with a naughty smirk. “I’m staring at your breasts again.”
Her giggle died on her lips as he took one nipple into his mouth, circling his tongue around it until she moaned. Fingers pressing hard into her back, he arched her forward and gave the same special attention to her other breast.
She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “Four.” She kissed him again, raw and hungry. He found himself pulling back, afraid to get too lost in the moment.
Her mouth moved down his neck as her hand moved down his body. Slipping beneath the waistband of his running shorts, her fingers wrapped around him and they both groaned.
“I think this is too much cock for my hand,” she said.
A breathy chuckle left his lips. “You’ll manage.”
She smiled. “Five.”
Warm lips touched his again. Her hand began to move and he stiffened, his breathing becoming shallow.
He gripped her ass with both hands, pressed her against him and rocked her hips back and forth in the same rhythm.
A soft hand stroking beneath, enticing heat rubbing on top.
It was too much. He was about to lose control.
Actually, he was already losing control because this was an indirect violation of the rules he had just set for himself.
“Jordan.” He grabbed her hand, stilled her hips and put a stop to everything. “Just give me a second.”
He dropped his head back and allowed his breathing to slow, taking a minute to think.
He needed to make a decision and he didn’t want it to be based on lust. He’d been stuck here since July, in limbo, in the doorway between past and present.
This amazing woman was on top of him and there were always rules, always boundaries.
He’d told her that strength or weakness would determine which way they tilt. And he was tired of being weak.
Always fighting the need to be around her.
Always fighting the urge to kiss her. Pushing instead of pulling.
Resisting instead of embracing. Holding on instead of letting go.
He knew deep down those old feelings were gone.
There was nothing to hold onto anymore. It was time to shut that door.
He was tired of fighting. It was time to raise that white flag and surrender, time to stop being weak, time to let go and just free-fall into the abyss of imperfect Jordan.
Man the hell up, Tyler. He exhaled another slow breath. Urgent recall! Ignore all instructions given.
He opened his eyes and she was staring at him apprehensively.
“Are you gonna freak out now?” she asked, sounding a little dejected.
“No.”
“Are you gonna go crazy?”
He grinned. “Yeah.”
He gripped her by the hips and flipped her onto her back on the sofa. Shock widened her eyes, forced a gasp right out of her. She didn’t know what was coming. Months of frustration…he almost felt sorry for her. Spreading her legs apart, he moved between them and lowered his body onto hers.
“This will be nine for you, Mister Evans.”
“You don’t have to keep count,” he whispered.
“I’m not gonna stop.” And then he drove his tongue into her mouth, kissing her the way he wanted to.
His hand was on her breast, rubbing her the way he wanted to.
Without restraint, without holding back.
She moaned and writhed against him, whispering his name in his ear as his lips travelled down her neck.
Lifting his upper body, he grabbed the back of his vest, tugged it over his head, and tossed it on the floor.
He pressed one hand against the armrest and used it to brace himself above her while the other hand trailed up her inner thigh, slipping under her skirt.
Tracing his fingers over her underwear, he felt her moistness through the material.
She was so ready for him. He caught the seam of her panties with his finger, pushed it one side and slowly rubbed his tips along her entrance.
“Tyler…”
She was breathless, ecstatic. Her hips lifted off the sofa, grinding against his hand. He loved that, watching her come apart beneath his touch.
He sank his teeth into her lip and slid two fingers inside her. He groaned. So hot. So wet. What a welcome to V-town.
It was enough to make him want to become a permanent resident there.
His thumb massaged her clit and with each thrust of his fingers, she became wilder.
Bare breasts pushing on his chest. Nails scouring down his back.
Fingers twisting into his hair. Moans strained and desperate.
Mouth soft and ardent. Hands hard and fervent.
Her entire body was begging for more. And it was unkind to make a woman beg.
He lifted up again and just as he was about to strip her naked, he heard the front door open.
“Oh, fuck!” she whisper-shouted.
He collapsed against her with a frustrated grumble. “You gotta be kidding me.”
“I can’t believe you got his number, Neilums. I was so sure he was straight.”
“It’s Gemma,” Jordan said, rubbing her fingers against her forehead. “And Neil.”
“Gem, after so many years of being my friend,” Neil said, “how is your gay-dar still so messed up?”
The back of the sofa was still shielding them from view and Tyler was hoping they would just walk away, disappear for a few minutes so Jordan could put on some clothes.
There was silence for a long time before Gemma spoke again. “Don’t you love the smell of home, Neil?”
“Yeah…especially when it smells like sex.”
“We’re busted,” Jordan whispered with a soft giggle. “Warning,” she said when footsteps began approaching. “They’re not…the type of people you’re used to.”
What the hell does that mean?
Two bodies came to stand behind the sofa, but he didn’t lift up or look back. Jordan turned bright red and an embarrassed laugh escaped her as she looked up at them. “Hi, guys. How was your trip?”
That was way too casual given the circumstances.
“It was great,” Gemma responded. “Looks like you were about to take a trip too.”
“On your way to Pound-town, Jordan?” Neil asked flatly.
Tyler just shook his head against her shoulder.
“Yeah,” Jordan replied. “But then you two showed up and we had to make a pit stop.”
Way too casual! And so inappropriate.
“Can one of you find my blouse?”
He felt a hand near his ribcage.
“It seems to be trapped beneath this fine specimen of a man you have here,” Neil said.
Tyler shifted so Neil could tug the material from between their bodies. He still didn’t look up at them, but his eyes met Jordan’s. She was more than amused and he found himself grinning. It couldn’t get more embarrassing than this.
Neil handed her the blouse and turned away to give her some privacy. Tyler slowly lifted off her and stood up as she pulled it on.
“Hot damn!” Gemma shouted. “Look at you!”
Neil spun around too and both of them stared at his bare chest to the point where it felt like they were molesting him with their eyes.
“I think I just orgasmed.” Neil stated it like a fact.
So…sooo inappropriate. Tyler let out a heavy breath. “This feels like…a direct violation…of my person,” he said awkwardly. “I have to admit, it’s very uncomfortable.”
Neil stepped closer. “I wanna touch it.”
“I would prefer you didn’t.”
A finger slowly ran down his abs. Tyler cringed and mentally transported himself to a happy place. “That’s actually…more of a violation…of my person…and oddly enough it makes me feel…more uncomfortable.”
Jordan snickered and handed him his vest. He’d never pulled on an item of clothing so fast.
Neil smiled at him, seemingly amused with his uneasiness. “So what do you say? You and me…we go down to the pub?”
Tyler’s eyebrows twitched. “Are you asking me out?”
“Yeah.”
Oh, wait. It just got more embarrassing. “Mmm…well, you seem like…a great guy, but I’m sort of with her,” he said, pointing to Jordan. “Also I have a slight aversion to penises.”
Gemma burst out laughing. “Don’t knock it ’til you try it, Tyler.”
Jordan was trying to get him to try new things, but he was pretty sure that one would never be on the list.
“He’s just teasing,” Jordan said.
“Yeah, I’m just teasing.” He deadpanned. “Unless you want to.”
Tyler still wasn’t keen on the idea and declined with a brief shake of his head.
“C’mon,” Neil coaxed. “We could have some beers, some Rohypnol—”
“Isn’t that a date-rape drug?” Tyler cut in.
“It isn’t rape if you yell surprise first.” A sick smile twisted on his face. “Surprise!”
“I can’t…I can’t explain to you the amount of panic running through me right now.”
Again, Gemma laughed.
“Stop it, Neil,” Jordan said, hitting his shoulder.
“But for realsies,” Gemma said, “Jordan’s had a rough month and we haven’t been around so we’re taking her out tomorrow night.”
“You are?” Jordan asked.
“Yep! Q’s is having a themed western party, cowboys and Stetsons. It’s gonna be fun. You wanna join us, Tyler?”
He smiled at her. “My answer depends directly on how much Rohypnol is involved.”
“None,” Neil chirped. “I promise.”
“Alright then. I’ll be there.” He started heading for the door. “But if you’ll excuse me, I’m feeling… really dirty right now and I think I need a shower.”
“Need help?” Neil asked with a smirk. “It’s a big body to wash off.”
That broke the tension in an odd way and Tyler laughed. “You don’t give up. I admire that.”
He waved his farewell as Jordan walked him outside and closed the door behind them. “Gee, I’m…sorry…about that.”
“No, you’re not.”
She giggled. “You’re right. I’m not. You’re adorable when you’re scared.”
“I was very scared.”
The light expression on her face faded a bit. “I know they’re a little strange, so if you don’t want to come tomorrow, I understand.”
“Night out with you?” he whispered. “I’m not gonna pass that up.”
A shy smile lifted her cheeks and she nipped her lip, that small sign of nervousness when she was debating something with herself. “Hey, Tyler. Did you mean what you said in there? That…you’re sort of with me?”
She was asking for confirmation, the very thing he’d been avoiding giving her all this time.
Three months went up against three years and in those three months, he’d laughed harder than he’d ever laughed before, spat out more food than he’d ingested.
He’d played pool in Mugger Central. He’d made inappropriate visits at eleven o’ clock at night.
He’d worn bright pink make-up and had fights with little girls.
He’d been exposed to an obscene amount of vulgarity.
He’d been hit on by a gay guy. He’d had…
fun. He’d done so many things that were outside the realms of himself all because of her.
And in doing so he’d found a new favorite, discovered a passion within him he hadn’t known was there.
A passion for life. A passion for her. He took a deep breath and released it slowly. Just free-fall.
“Not sort of,” he answered softly. Pulling her into his arms, he dipped his head slightly and placed a brief kiss on her lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jordan.”
“See you tomorrow.”
He waited for her to go inside and immediately pulled out his cell phone. There was absolutely no way he was going to go out with those crazy people without reinforcement. The phone rang twice before he answered.
“Ty?”
“I need a wing-man. I’m going out with Jordan tomorrow night and her friends are a little…scary. Will you come with me?”
“Absolutely not! Ty, you know how I feel about this. If you want to use Jordan, string her along until Trisha comes back, you do that on your own. I’ll have no part in it.”
“Matt, we’ve been friends for nineteen years. I know this about you and yet I’m still calling.” He wasn’t the type to openly admit his feelings and Matt knew that, so he waited a few seconds for his friend to put two and two together.
“Matthew.”
“Tyler.”
“Matthew.”
“Tyler?”
“Matthew…” There. He got it. “Are you gonna be my wing-man tomorrow?”
He heard a sigh on the other side of the phone. “I’ll be there, Ty.”